Life Tasting.

Lower your weapons, forget who are your foes. I am a hero, seeking to cease you from a speedy reload. Do I frighten you with my mighty heave-hoe? This human injustice can no longer stop us from hoarding gold. Think of this life, as an ode to hold; everything you’d like to know. Instead of throwing opportunities away, to make a quick “SOLD!” The actions your partake in make way for the strongest mold. One that can be broken by no riddle, or be made into no damaging hole.

Cherish this.

Leave without clenched fists.

Happiness resides somewhere within this.

I am quite tired, but quite rested. The feeling for all sorts of things makes me wish I had never been invested. By the indivisible, invisible power that resides in me. Conquering such sorts can twist your mind into a labyrinth designed to enslave the free. Arrested by being reckless. Restless for seeing meth hits. And the best is? Being persecuted for singing the last wish. How else are we expected to live when we know not, but to be attacked by bliss. Social media holding its monstrous grip on kids. Seeding. Leeching. Poisoning the minds of the eldest. Along with the breast fed wits. Because the nursing from this tit, is totally messed up with shit. Radiating the ratings of having a healthy family without sickness. Distorting the image of a functioning father figure. Figure it out for yourself. If the media doesn’t want you to be happy, who else is? Is it luck we need, to get rid of that wack list? Drive it inside your mind to make a life more worthy of calling precious. Because it’s truth be told, that will free you from the masses.

I have to wait another hour and a half until my Dad has to go to work before I can go to bed. I would like to go now please. It’s cold and time to cuddle.

ra-ra-ra-ra-radio. Ta-ta-ta-ta-tell ‘em Who!

ra-ra-ra-ra-radio. Ta-ta-ta-ta-tell ‘em Who!

ra-ra-ra-ra-radio. Ta-ta-ta-ta-tell ‘em Who!

Maybe be on the telethon

for stopping kids from writing on walls.

ra-ra-ra-ra-radio. Ta-ta-ta-ta-tell ‘em Who!

ra-ra-ra-ra-radio. Ta-ta-ta-ta-tell ‘em Who!

ra-ra-ra-ra-radio. Ta-ta-ta-ta-tell ‘em Who!

Maybe be on the telethon

for stopping kids from writing on walls.

O000h we love these walls.

Covered from head to toe, nastaglic sided halls.

Love be my lender, someone last forever.

She must be very clever, we can live together.

Tickle with your hair, grab onto my chair.

Lovings easy, when you’re only worry is the weather.

Or not, passion I know I’ve got.

So I’ll send you

To a sooth sleep

My lovin’ is a smooth beat

And that couch can’t, keep me on my feet.

Our dignity is on the floor and I’m fully complete

Completely sun beat.

Roll around in your underwear until we sleep.

It’s not even close, to our final fairytale hug.

I would like someone to take pictures of my on my moped while riding at night.

I hate being so insecure about everything I write. I mostly just put up the pieces I don’t care about. But the ones that mean the most. The special things I write. I keep hidden away like my feelings. I just don’t feel important in the world anymore. No one cares to get to know the real me, and I wouldn’t want them to know that person from things I write. Summers are always easier than everything else. Unless it’s fall, and I’m alone on a night filled with stars. Or the dead of winter in the middle of the woods. I find peace in solitude. I find sanctuary in relationships.

Life is all about vast bounds, jumps, and hurdles.

So quit acting like some terrified little turtle.

Wondering where the lights are,

or if you’ll ever be able to live another snapping fight for fish.

Life is so much more vicious

if you sit around and let society rip it to shit.

Advance, you can’t, if all you do is sit at home and write rants.

And doesn’t it make you feel kind of damp?

When love comes around and you miss it by a slight chance?

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I know.

It’s terrible you messed up. 

Lets go.

Drink another nesquick cup.

Chocolate, makes life the bust.

But you’re so pathetic, I just might go throw up.

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Tremble under your precious toes.

Better yet, blame your sad fucking nose.

Because ever ricky ticki tembo knows to stay away from those hoes.

Nobody knows, but sometimes the sadness still grows.

Don’t get riled up, there’s still more doors to close shut.

More foes.

Life’s almost impossible when you can’t do.

Don’t do.

What will happen when you jump in front of that truck.

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I know.

It’s terrible you missed us. 

Lets go.

Ride till the sun makes a big fuss.

Life, makes living a cuss.

But you’re so energetic, I just might forgive us.

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Why wait?

What’s all this rush?

Is it not strong enough?

Gaze into this thick yellowish haze.

Hopefully hope knows we’re looking for better days.

For the struggle, isn’t nearly as hard as my happiest thought of harsh escapades.

                                                  -Juuusssssstttttiiiiinnnnnnbbbbbbbbaaaarrrnnnnaaaa